“On the evening of September 10, 2011, Taylonn Murphy took the subway to West Harlem to visit his eighteen-year-old daughter. He found her sitting on a bench, joking with her friends, in front of the building where she lived with her mother. “I need to talk to you,” he said, as he walked past her into the lobby. “When you get a chance, come upstairs.” It was a Saturday, two days after the start of her senior year, and she would likely stay out late, but he didn’t mind waiting. He had news that he knew she’d want to hear: a basketball scout from the University of Tennessee was coming to watch her play…”

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